I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull
when the call came down the line
my dad had gone.. his time had come
and a world of hurt was mine

left my girl to anger swirl
told her "needed space"
but I was dust.. not even lust
could the hurtin' I replace

time dragged on when I was gone
my love I failed to warn her
about the rendezvous I shared with you
in a pub.. on poet's corner

"I'm the ghost of every girl you've loved"
your spectre said to me
I'll haunt your mind.. till you go blind
and then I'll let you be

and the bird that nested in the eve
fed its young in Byron's sleeve
in the pub
on poet's corner

hence every night my daily fight
is a scramble to emerge
strong and well from the bowels of hell
where the dark and madness merge

where music from the walls
is bled
by DJ spectres
and souls undead

and the bird that nested in the eve
told me that I'd never leave
the pub
on poet's corner